“When Shirley was five, Maria developed cancer. She was fortunate in that it was quick, but James left the company to raise his little girl, and she grew into a wonderful woman. A true credit to him, and her momma would have been right proud of her.”
Keziah saw the tears in John’s eyes, and her own eyes watered in response. She jumped out of her chair and rushed across the room to hug him. It was only when her arms went right through him she remembered he was a ghost.
They looked at each other and laughed, then Keziah said, “Thank you for telling me. It’s a very special story, and I appreciate you trusting me with it.”
“As to why I’m still here, instead of on the other side with James and Maria, that’s because of you.”
“Me? What on earth do you mean?”
“First, I needed to be sure that idiot Andrew didn’t get his hands on the company despite the way I had tied everything up for Amos, but Amos has proven to be more than a match for him. So more recently I have been waiting for you to acknowledge that you belong with Wesley and Amos. You three can stay together in a way that was denied to James, Maria, and me. You will be the completion of the circle and bring those boys the happiness they deserve. And I think you will be pretty happy, too, from what I have seen.” The old man waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“You’ve seen? Oh, please, tell me you haven’t watched?”
John just smiled at her, and Keziah blushed bright red. “Why you dirty old man!” she gasped, then laughed with him.
He looked at her steadily and said, “You are going to stay with them, aren’t you?”
“I…” Keziah trailed off, not knowing how to answer.
Am I going to stay? I’m happy with them. They are truly wonderful company, considerate companions, and very generous lovers. I’m happy. Happier than I have been for a long time. And I have found some work, which makes me feel more independent. But yeah, I feel secure and safe and wanted and…in love. Yeah, I am in love with them both.
“Yes. As long as they want me to stay, I’ll stay. They’re wonderful men, and I love them,” she replied.
“Good. They love you, too, you know. They have loved you for a long time.”
“Yeah, I see that now. I think I knew, but I felt unhappy not having a job. I didn’t just want to live off them, sort of thing. They didn’t seem to mind, but it mattered to me.”
“And will you tell Amos you have met me so that I can come visit your apartment again?” he asked.
“Sure. But no watching when we have sex,” she demanded.
He laughed and nodded agreement.
Chapter Five
Keziah hadn’t been home very long when the men came back, and it was obvious they hadn’t returned for lunch.
“We need to talk,” said Amos tiredly, pulling off his necktie and kicking off his shoes.
“And how,” added Wesley dropping his laptop into a chair and shrugging out of his jacket.
“What’s happened? I thought it was going to be just another boring meeting?”
“It wasn’t boring,” said Amos, “although I guess you could say old fart face performed true to style.”
“Old fart face?”
The men gave her a blow-by-blow account of the meeting, and as the story progressed, Keziah’s heart grew heavier and heavier.
“I should never have come here. It’s all my fault, I have brought all this trouble down on your heads. What if you lose the company because of me?” she said, bursting into tears and running from the room.
“What the hell?” asked Amos.
“Keziah?” the men exclaimed together and raced after her.
Keziah was face down on the bed sobbing.
“Where did that come from?” Wesley asked Amos.
“Damned if I know,” he responded, dropping onto the bed and pulling her into his arms.
Wesley climbed onto the bed on the other side of Keziah and wrapped his strong arms around both her and Amos as the men alternately patted and shushed her and asked her what she meant.
“If I hadn’t moved in with you, your father would never have attacked you like that. Now he may take the company away from you both, and you’ll be destitute, and it will be all because I didn’t stay on Jenny’s couch,” she wailed.
“Point one, he’s not going to win. He’s been trying to get control of the company since Uncle John died, and he hasn’t managed it yet. And I know a hell of a lot more about business tactics than I did three years ago,” said Amos.
“Point two, we both have independent incomes and are major shareholders in the company, so we’ll never be destitute. Andrew can’t ever get his hands on my mother’s money, so there is no danger there,” added Wesley.
“And point three, we belong together, and no one on earth can separate us now, even if we end up having to live in Tibet or some Native American village,” concluded Amos.
“What?” asked Keziah.
“Polyandry has as long and broad a history as polygamy. It is widely practiced in Tibet, India, and Africa and among various Native American tribes,” parroted Wesley. “I got that straight off the Internet.”
“Yeah, your great-uncle John and your grandfather James were in a polyandrous relationship with a lady named Maria who became your grandma,” said Keziah.
“What!”
“Who told you that?”
“John, of course. I went up the fake fire stairs today and met him, and he told me all about it,” she replied.
The men were staring at her slack-jawed, so she told them about her morning.
“Makes sense,” said Amos. “Our apartment keycard is the only one that opens that door. But most people don’t even notice it. I can’t even remember anyone asking me about it, ever.”
Then they talked some more about the board meeting and discussed some ideas about the next day’s meeting.
“I think the best plan is to phone each board member and talk to them one on one to get their genuine opinion. But we are not breaking up. We are a triad and will remain that way,” said Amos.
“Maybe I should move out for a while. Find another place until this blows over or—”
“Absolutely not, that would show weakness. We stay as we are, and if we have to negotiate at all, it will be from a position of strength,” said Wesley.
“I’m sure if we remind them of some of Andrew’s more notable mistakes, they’ll fall into line pretty quickly,” added Amos.
They discussed ideas a little longer, but their minds began to wander from business to sex. It wasn’t long before comforting pats became erotic touches and arousing kisses. Clothes were stripped away and hands and tongues began to move purposefully everywhere over naked skin.
Keziah kneeled over Amos’s erection and drew his hot cock deep into her mouth. She sucked strongly, then let it gradually slide out so she could poke her tongue into the slit at the top and run it around the sensitive head. Then she kissed him deeply so he could taste himself on her mouth.
She turned to Wesley’s cock, which was huge, hard, and a deep reddish-purple color with need. This time she licked up the shaft and nibbled at the heavy vein before sliding her tongue down to his balls and sucking first one, then the other into her mouth. She licked up the side again to the head and tasted the dewy drop of pre-cum sitting there in his slit and kissed him.
“Damn, that’s hot. I can taste both myself and Amos on you.”
She licked another drop of Wesley’s cum, then kissed Amos again so he could taste them both.
While they kissed, Wesley pushed her legs apart to lick her cunt. She already had drops of cream gathering there from the arousing tastes of their cocks, and Wesley licked it all up, then kissed her, then Amos, sharing her flavor with them both.
“God, that tastes good. Daisy chain,” ordered Amos.
They lay on their sides in a triangle on the bed, Keziah’s mouth on Amos’s cock, Amos’s mouth on Wesley’s penis and Wesley’s mouth on Keziah’s bare pussy. This position w
as not only perfect for the sucking of cocks and cunt, but allowed hands to move freely over each other as well, and it wasn’t long before they were gasping and moaning together with the excitement of touching each other while being touched.
Keziah struggled to keep licking, sucking, and nibbling on Amos’s cock as hands roamed over her breasts, her nipples, and her ass. She concentrated on sucking him in deeply, relaxing the back of her throat so she could take in as much of him as possible. Then she let him out a little so she could run her tongue under the ridge and nibble on his sensitive cap. She released him a bit farther and nibbled on his shaft, then sucked him in as far as he could go once more.
But someone lifted her breast, holding the globe in their palm, then running a fingernail lightly across her areola and tweaking her nipple. Someone had a finger playing around the rim of her asshole, teasing the sensitive nerve-endings there and gradually penetrating inside a little way to rub the walls of her rectum.
And someone—Wesley—licked her cunt, thrusting his tongue deep inside it, running it along the walls of her channel, then sucking and biting her clit gently but firmly. Next he nibbled along her labia, pulling them deep into his mouth before thrusting his tongue inside her again.
The need, the desire, the urge to come coiled in her belly, rising up her spine, overwhelming her brain with heat.
Desperately, she sucked on Amos again, then took one of his balls in her mouth. It was drawn up tight against his body and hard. He was so close to coming. She bit down lightly on his shaft as she nibbled her way to the cap, running her teeth along the ridge, then sucked him inside her mouth, drawing him in with all her strength.
Two fingers thrust deep into her rectum. Other fingers were pinching her nipples, and Wesley bit down on her clit.
The orgasm powered through Keziah, her muscles tightening and releasing, her whole body shaking with passion. At that very moment, Amos exploded in her mouth, streams of his hot cum hitting the back of her throat. From Wesley’s gasps as he kissed her pussy, she knew he’d come too.
She licked Amos clean, then rolled onto her back, still shaking from aftershocks. Amos jogged into the bathroom, returning with warm, wet washcloths to clean everyone up. Then they lay and cuddled together for a long time, enjoying the closeness of just being together, united in love.
I told John the truth. I do love them. And it’s not just the sex, either. It’s everything about them. So kind, generous, thoughtful, wise, and funny. We really are a single unit.
Finally, Wesley looked at the clock on the nightstand and said, “Do you realize it’s after four o’clock, and we haven’t had lunch? I’m dying of starvation here.”
“Yeah, I’m hungry, too,” said Amos. “What say we shower and dress up and go to the rooftop restaurant? It opens at five, and there’s hardly anyone there that early so we’ll get excellent service.
“Sounds like a plan. Then we can have an early night and round two,” agreed Wesley.
“Perhaps I shouldn’t be seen with you both. Do you think I should stay here and—”
“No way. We are a threesome, and I don’t care who knows it or what they think about it,” said Amos.
“Always attack from a position of power,” added Wesley. “Wear that slinky blue thing, and every man there will be envious of us,” he added.
“And stilettos,” contributed Amos.
“And something to hold my stomach in so I don’t look like a bowl of lard,” muttered Keziah, getting off the bed and heading for the shower.
* * * *
Promptly at 5:15, dressed to impress, the three entered the restaurant. The maitre d’ welcomed them and rushed to give them the best table in the room, looking out over the roof garden and across the city. By the time he’d presented the menus, the sommelier was at their table, and the men argued amicably about what wine to choose. Keziah didn’t care. She was entertained just watching her men in action. Both so handsome, both so loving, both so kind and considerate of everyone they spoke to, not just to her.
I told John the truth. I do truly love them.
It was a long time since breakfast, and they’d all only had cereal and toast then, so they were more than ready for a real meal. Once again, the men wrangled companionably over the choices, but this time she spoke for herself.
“Roast chicken with roast veggies, please.” She smiled to the waiter.
“No soup or entrée?”
“No, just the main for now, thank you.”
The men decided on steaks with baked potatoes and salads, then deliberately turned the conversation to light, fun topics—books, movies, music.
It was these kinds of conversations that had attracted her to them originally. Once again, she was amazed by how well their preferences blended. They all liked action movies, mysteries and crime, books with a solid plot, poetry with a meaning, artwork one could look at over and over again and always find something new in it.
She succumbed to a generous slice of black forest cake for dessert, wondering whether her jeans would do up in the morning, while Amos chose the cheese platter, and Wesley, unable to decide, had a lemon meringue tart and a crème brûlée.
After dinner, they walked in the garden for a while, watching the sky darken and the city lights come on, then in unspoken consent, headed back to the apartment.
* * * *
This time they all undressed each other very, very slowly, gradually peeling off each garment as though unwrapping a gift and not wanting to damage the wrapping paper.
Each button was slowly pushed through the button hole, zippers were undone one tooth at a time, sandals unbuckled and placed neatly side by side in the closet.
By the time they were all actually in the bed, Keziah was a quivering bundle of need.
But the men seemed intent on going as slowly as possible.
Wesley kissed up her arm, sucking each finger into his mouth, one at a time, then running his tongue between it and the next digit. Then he moved up to kiss her palm and the inside of her wrists.
Amos ran his hands through her hair, massaging her scalp, sending tingles down her spine and across her back. Then he kissed that tender, sensitive place behind her ear and sucked the earlobe into his mouth before nibbling along the shell of her ear and blowing gently into it.
Wesley began on her other hand, sucking her pinky into his mouth, and Amos kneeled behind her, massaging her scalp again before licking behind her other ear.
“I’m ready. I’m more than ready. I need you both now,” Keziah whimpered, grabbing for their arms to pull them close to her and managing to swipe her tongue across Wes’s tattoo before he pulled away.
But the men resisted her entreaties.
“Wait. The longer you hold off, the stronger the orgasm will be,” said Amos.
“And we want you to have a very good orgasm,” added Wesley.
“You always give me good orgasms,” she replied but contented herself with shivering in anticipation and running her hands over whatever bits of them she could reach.
Eventually they flipped her onto her front. While Wesley lubed and stretched her ass in preparation, Amos continued to massage her scalp and kiss her neck, her shoulders, behind her ears, and bit gently on the erotic place where her neck and shoulder were joined.
The men donned condoms, and Amos lay flat on his back and pulled Keziah over him. With a deep sigh, she sank down on his hot, hard cock and luxuriated in the feeling of it filling and stretching her.
“About time,” she said.
He laughed and pulled her flat on his chest as Wesley pushed into her ass. His cock popped through the ring of her sphincter, and he slid inside her dark tunnel, dragging along the walls in an enticing manner to rest, fully seated deep inside her.
Very, very slowly, the men pulled out of her, then sank in again. As soon as they were fully inside, Keziah squeezed her internal muscles as hard as she could. Then she released them and squeezed again. Both men groaned in appreciation, and Amos palmed her
breasts, holding the globes in his hands.
Wesley’s hands rested on her hips, so she wiggled her ass, then moved her hips in a circle, followed by a figure eight.
With the men still gasping and groaning, she squeezed her muscles again as tightly as she could.
“Woman, you’re killing us,” gasped Amos, tweaking her nipples.
She rested her hands on his shoulder as she rolled her hips again saying, “So fuck me, dammit.”
Wesley took his hands off her hips and grabbed Amos’s shoulders, and Amos grasped Wesley’s, holding Keziah firmly and almost unable to move between them. Then the men stroked in and out of her together, gradually increasing the pressure and the speed. Soon it was Keziah gasping, but she still managed to clench her cunt muscles from time to time to encourage them some.
The pace sped up, the men now slamming into her as hard as they could, then sliding out, dragging their cocks along her walls, before powering inside her again.
Keziah moaned with need. She was so close, so close to coming. Her toes had already curled, her spine tingled, inside her belly coiled like a spring, and her blood throbbed in her veins.
She seized Amos’s mouth with hers and thrust her tongue inside it. He sucked hard on her tongue, and at that moment, Wesley bit down on her shoulder. Both men exploded inside her, and she crashed into a million pieces herself, her scream captured by Amos’s mouth, her entire body shaking with the force of her release. For minutes the aftershocks rolled through her, and the men kept thrusting to keep her orgasm going.
Gradually the ripples quieted down, and her body stopped shaking.
“God, that was awesome,” she whispered.
“For us, too,” replied Amos.
“Hell, yeah,” agreed Wesley.
Chapter Six
They were still sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee the next morning when the phone rang.
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